I have freckles. Maybe not in the traditional, redheaded sense, but I think I'd still call them freckles. There is a dusting of maybe 40 little spots across my face. Particularly around my mouth. I find that to be strange. My own knowledge of said freckles is completely due to two people:

1. The crackheadish woman who lived off first street in Yakima who used to babysit me. She said to me, "I love that beauty mark. It reminds me of Cindy Crawford." I was maybe 8 or 9 and I looked in the mirror and for the first time I saw the mark she was referring to. It was extra tiny then and is much bigger now. *

2. My friend's sister, Stephanie who I have always know to have a bit of magic to her. She said "Oh my god. You have freckles on your lips. That's so cute I could fucking bite you," and I looked in the mirror and realized I did have many tiny dots on my lips. And wondered if it was cancer.

That is all.

*I think it's best if I die young. My freckles are growing, and that can't be good.